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Supplement  to  Programme 


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Centennial  Stanza,  composed  for  the  occasion 

by  the  Rev.  S.  F.  Smith,  D.  D., 

author  of 


"AMliNICA" 


Our  joyful  hosts  to-day 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay — 

Happy   and  free, 
After  our  toils  and  fears, 
After  our  blood  and  tears, 
Strong  with  our  hundred  years — 

O   Lord,  to  thee. 


fo  be  Sitng  at  the  Memorial  Meetings 
as  the  fifth  stanza  oj   ' America." 


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KETCHES  OF  THE  SONGS 
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The  words  of  this  favorite  patriotic  song  were  written  in  the  summer  of 
179S  by  Joseph  Hopkinson,  Esq.,  a  lawyer  of  Philadelphia,  afterwards  mem- 
ber of  Congress  (1815-1S19)  and  later  Judge  of  the  Eastern  District  of  Penn- 
sylvania. At  the  moment  when  this  song  was  composed  a  war  with  France 
was  thought  to  be  impending.  A  talented  singer  thought  that  he  saw  in  the 
national  spirit,  then  running  somewhat  high,  an  opportunity  for  personal  dis- 
tinction. So  one  Saturday  afternoon  he  called  upon  Mr.  Hopkinson  and 
requested  him  to  write  for  him  a  song  to  the  tune  of  "  The  President's  March," 
then  the  popular  air,  to  be  sung  at  his  benefit  at  one  of  -the  leading  theatres 
the  following  Monday  night.  The  song  "  Hail  Columbia  "  was  the  result.  It 
was  received  with  immediate  favor,  and  has  remained  one  of  our  best  national 
songs  ever  since.  The  origin  of  the  tune  "President's  March"  is  not  known 
to  the  writer. 

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The  words  and  music  of  this  song  are  supposed  to  have  been  by  David  T. 
Shaw,  but  the  date  and  occasion  of  their  production  are  entirely  unknown  to 
-     the  present  writer,  nor  has  he  been  able  to  discover  any  traces  of  information 
upon  the  subject. 


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mezica. 

The  tune  "America"  is  the  same  as  the  English  national  air,  "  God  Save 
the  Queen,"  which  was  first  sung  by  Henry  Carey  in  1740  at  a  dinner  to  cel- 
ebrate the  taking  of  Portabello  by  Admiral  Vernon  (Nov.  20th,  1739).  Both 
words  and  music  were  claimed  by  the  singer  as  his  own.  The  air  may  have 
been  arranged  to  some  extent  from  pre-existing  music,  but  if  so  the  fact  has 
not  clearly  been  established.  It  was  for  some  time  attributed  to  Handel, 
through  the  circumstance  of  its  music  having  been  given  to  Mr.  J.  Christopher 
Smith,  Handel's  secretary,  to  correct.  The  American  words,  "  My  Country, 
'Tis  of  Thee,"  are  by  Rev.  S.  F.  Smith,  D.  D.,  a  Baptist  clergyman  of  Bos- 
ton, Massachusetts.  They  were  written  in  1832,  and  the  poem  is  undoubtedly 
not  only  the  noblest  of  American  patriotic  songs,  but  also  one  of  the  noblest 
national   odes   of  all  the   world. 

Site  Staz  SpancfCcS  oBanncz. 

This  beautiful  and  patriotic  national  song  was  composed  by  Francis  S. 
Key,  Esq.,  a  lawyer  of  Baltimore.  During  the  war  of  1812  he  had  gone 
down  from  Baltimore  to  the  British  fleet  for  the  purpose  of  securing  the  re- 
lease of  a  friend  of  his  who  had  been  taken  prisoner  at  Marlborough.  His 
visit  happened  to  occur  at  the  very  moment  when  an  attack  was  pending  upon 
Fort  McHenry  and  the  city  of  Baltimore.  He  was  allowed  to  return  as  far 
as  the  mouth  of  the  Patapsco,. where,  under  the  guns  of  a  frigate,  he  was  kept 
in  suspense  all  night  long  while  the  bombardment  of  Fort  McHenry  was  in 
progress.  His  anxiety  may  be  imagined.  At  dawn  the  star-spangled  banner 
was  still  waving  over  the  walls  of  the  hardly  pressed  fortress,  and  the  poet's 
triumph  found  expression  in  this  noble  and  spirit-stirring  ode,  of  which  both 
words  and  music  were  original  with  Mr.  Key.  He  was  also  author  of  many 
fugitive  pieces. 


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i.     O  VER  TURE  OF  A  M ERICA  N  A  IRS, 


ORCHESTRA. 


2.     INVOCA  TION, 


CHAPLAIN. 


j.     HAIL  COLUMBIA, 


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The  audience  is  requested  to  sing. 


Hail,  Columbia,  happy  land, 
Hail,  ye  heroes,  heav'n  born  band, 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  freedom's  cause 
And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone, 
Enjoyed  the  peace  your  valor  won. 
Let  independence  be  our  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost ; 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 
Let  its  altar  reach  the  skies. 

Chorus:     Firm  united  let  us  be, 

Rallying  'round  our  liberty, 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  safety  shall  we  find. 

II. 

Immortal  patriots,  rise  once  more, 
Defend  your  rights,  defend  your  shore; 
Let  no  rude  foe  with  impious  hands 
Invade  the  shrine  where,  sacred,  lies, 
Of  toil  and  blood  the  well-earned  prize. 
While  off'ring  peace  sincere  and  just 
,     In  heaven  we  place  a  manly  trust 
That  truth  and  justice  will  prevail 
And  every  scheme  of  bondage  fail. 

Chorus  :     Firm  united  let  us  be,  etc. 


in. 

Sound,  sound  the  trump  of  fame, 

Let  Washington's  great  name 

Ring  thro'  the  world  with  great  applause. 

Let  every  clime  to  freedom  dear 

Listen  with  a  joyful  ear. 

With  equal  skill,  with  godlike  power 

He  governs  in  the  fearful  hour 

Of  horrid  war,  or  guides  with  ease 

The  happier  hours  of  honest  peace. 

Chorus:     Firm  united  let  us  be,  etc. 

IV. 

Behold  the  chief  who  now  commands, 
Once  more  to  serve  his  country  stands, 
The  rock  on  which  the  storm  will  beat. 
But  armed  in  virtue,  firm  and  true, 
His  hopes  are  fixed  on  heav'n  and  you  ! 
When  hope  was  sinking  in  dismay. 
When  gloom  obscured  Columbia's  day, 
His  steady  mind,  from  changes  free, 
Resolved  on  death  or  victory  ! 

Chorus  :     Firm  united  let  us  be,  etc. 


4.     IN  TROD  UC  TOR  Y  REM  A  RR'S, 


CHAIRMAN. 


PROGRAMME-CONTINUED, 


j.     COLUMBIA,  GEM  OF  THE  OCEAN. 


O  Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean, 

The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 

The  world  offers  homage  to  thee. 
Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble, 

When  Liberty's  form  stands  in  view, 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  borne  by  the  Red,  White  and  Blue. 

Chorus : 
When  borne  by  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 
When  borne  by  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 
The  boast  of  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 
The  boast  of  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 
Three  cheers  for  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 
Three  cheers  for  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 


Thy  banners  make  tyrannv  tremble, 
When  borne  by  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 

With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 
The  boast  of  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 

The  Army  and  Navy  forever  ! 
Three  cheers  for  the  Red, White  and  Blue. 


When  war  waged  its  wide  desolation, 

And  threatened  the  land  to  deform, 
The  ark  then  of  Freedom's  foundation, 

Columbia,  rode  safe  through  the  storm, 
With  her  garlands  of  victory  around  her, 

When  so  proudly  she  bore  her  brave  crew, 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 

The  boast  of  the  Red,  White  and  Blue. 

Chorus  :    . 
When  borne  by  the  Red,  White  and  Blue,  etc. 


6.  MESS  A  GES  A  ND  LE  TTERS, 

7.  RESOLUTIONS, 

8      STAR  SPANGLED  BANNER, 


SECRETARY. 


SECRETARY. 


O  say,  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early  light 

What  so  proudly  we  hail'd  at  the  twilight's  last  gleaming  ? 
Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars  through  the  perilous  fight 

O'er  the  ramparts  we  watched  were  so  gallantly  streaming? 
And  the  rockets'  red  glare,  the  bombs  bursting  in  air 
Gave  proof  through  the  night  that  our  flag  was  still  there. 


Chorus 


O  say,  does  that  star  spangled  banner  yet  wave, 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave  ? 


II. 

On  the  shore  dimly  seen  thro'  the  mist  of  the  deep, 

Where  the  foe's  haughty  host  in  dread  silence  reposes, 

WThat  is  that  which  the  breeze,  o'er  the  towering  steep, 
As  it  fitfully  blows,  half  conceals,  half  discloses  ? 

Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  the  morning's  first  beam, 

In  full  glory  reflected  now  shines  in  the  stream. 

Chorus  :     'Tis  the  star  spangled  banner,  O  long  may  it  wave, 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave! 


PROGRAMME-CONTINUED. 


And  where  is  that  band  who  so  vauntingly  swore 
That  the  havoc  of  war  and  the  battle's  confusion 

A  home  and  a  country  shall  leave  us  no  more  ? 

Their  blood  has  washed  out  their  foul  footsteps'  pollution. 

No  refuge  could  save  the  hirelings  and  slave 

From  the  terror  of  flight  or  the  gloom  of  the  grave. 

Chorus  :     And  the  star  spangled  banner  in  triumph  doth  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

IV. 

O  thus  be  it  ever,  when  freemen  shall  stand 

Between  their  lov'd  home  and  the  war's  desolation; 

Blest  with  vict'ry  and  peace,  may  the  heav'n  rescued  land 
Praise  the  power  that  hath  made  and  preserved  us  a  nation. 

Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it  is  just, 

And  this  be  our  motto:  "  In  God  is  our  trust." 

Chorus:    And  the  star  spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave, 


g.  ADDRESS, 

10.  NA  TIONAL  AIRS, 

it.  ADDRESS, 

12.  AMERICA, 


%SPEAKER. 

.     BAND. 

SPEAKER. 


My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 

Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing. 

Land  where  my  fathers  died, 

Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 

From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring! 


Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 
Sweet  freedom's  song, 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 
The  sound  prolong. 


My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 
Thy  name  I  love, 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills, 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 
Like  that  above. 


13.  BENEDICTION, 

14.  GRAND  MARCH, 


Our  fathers'  God  !    To  thee, 

Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing. 

Long  may  our  land  be  bright 

With  freedom's  holy  light; 

Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  king. 

CHAPLAIN. 
BAND. 


OONOHUE    A    HENNCBERRV 
CH1CAQO. 


